I'm so tired!

I so tired of mixed messages from people who should be constant messages. I'm so tired of having to explain myself over and over! I'm so tired of constantly feeling like I'm defending something that should be self explanatory. I'm so tired of all of it. I'm tired of competing for attention with people who don't deserve attention. I'm so tired of fighting for things that should come so naturally. I'm just tired. And, I'm tired of being tired...

Guess the 7 year itch is coming early for us...

That Low Down Dirty "D" Word...

   So, my husband is in the army, which, by default, means that my whole family is in the army. I kind of chuckled just now as I wrote that sentence because I pictured my little girls marching in formation in all kinds of TA-50 gear...too funny. Anyway, he's joined in the Spring of 2009, just before our twins turned 1. He left right after their 1st birthday, and came home right around Halloween. For a while he was a reservist. Ya know, 1 weekend a month, 2 weeks a year (which is kind of a lie, because it's generally closer to 3 weeks...I know, I know, not the point). No big deal, reservists don't go to war...except, they do. His unit had just gotten back while he was in training, and was preparing to leave again shortly after he got home. (They are now deployed in support of Operation New Dawn.) Soon after BCT/AIT, he knew he wanted to go active duty. The pay/benefits were just too good for our growing family to pass up. He was seriously working 60-70 hrs/week, and we were just barely making it. And by "just barely," I mean we had food stamps and WIC, we didn't pay our car insurance, and our car payments and rent were always late.
     It took about 8 for his conditional release paperwork to come through from his reserve unit. That came through in June. He had to go back to MEPS, be discharged (honorably, I might add) from the US Army Reserves and join the "regular army." (Again, also funny when you think that this implies the reserves and NG are "irregular army.") Then, he enlisted active duty, we were given the option of him going to Korea by himself for 1-3 years, or going to Ft Riley as a family. KS here we come...sort of. I mean, we both grew up like 12 miles from the border between MO and KS, so it definitely wasn't that much of a change. When he got to Ft Riley, his unit was deployed. They said they were going to put him on the list to go over, but plans changed over night, it seemed like, and he ended up staying in KS with us. His unit got home last March. HOORAY! Except that then, the talk of when the next deployment was going to be started up. Seriously, they got home in March, and by April they were talking about when it was going to happen again.
     Aren't they entitled to some time home? Is that what you were asking yourself? I'm sure it was, and the answer is...sort of. One year home/soldier. Two/unit. Unless the Army REALLY, REALLY needs said soldier/unit. And, apparently, the Army really needs my husbands unit. Codey went to Alaska in July/August to do...I'm not completely sure what, and by the time he got back, there was already a unit gone. Home just long enough to knock up their wives, wash their laundry from the desert and pack it all up again. (Seriously, lots of women are now pregnant without husbands because they had to leave so quickly after coming home. Kind of sad.)
     It might sound as though I'm talking in riddles, or being extremely non specific, and ... I am. I am not allowed to give details because of troop safety and operational security. You never know what kinda of Taliban wife is going to be reading my blog. I would hate for them to pass on information from an Army wife in the middle of no where. But, seriously, I can't share specifics...ever. I don't want to be responsible for somebody dying/not leaving when they're supposed to/not coming home when they're supposed to/getting blown up and what have you. I'd much rather just follow the rules. No specifics about troop movements. (You'll have to watch the news for that. They seem to be the ones to give out all the info.)
     Anyway, Codey's unit is set to leave. Not for a while, but soon enough for me. I understand that plans are fluid and can change quickly, but for reals...they're deploying. I just recently realized that I have some super duper ridiculous anxiety about it. It's not for another XX months, but I'm already anxious and nervous. Not the kind of anxious and nervous that requires medication, but the kind that requires some sort of attention for sure.
     See, here's the thing... I'm pregnant. Baby number 4 is due in just a few weeks. Like, 12-14 to be somewhat exact. The good news is Codey will be here for the delivery ... if they aren't on a training mission somewhere. Then, after the baby is here, he's going to leave. Now, I don't mean that he's leaving the as soon as the little kid pops out. Remember, I'm giving no specifics. For all you know, he could be on a plane anywhere from 6 hrs-10 months after it comes out. So, OPSEC Nazis...CALM DOWN!
     Last night, I started a stupid fight with Codey for absolutely no reason other than I could. Kind of dumb, I know. Well, actually, a lot dumb, but still. I was just so frustrated with him, for reasons that I could not explain. I have turned into a "stage 5 clinger." I want Codey near me all the time. And, for those of you who know me, I'm not like that with him. Honestly. If he wants to go outside and tinker in the cold, by all means, go for it. Don't expect me to like it. However, here recently, I'm like, "NO! Just sit on the couch with me." It's disgusting, honestly.
     I couldn't figure out why I was doing that. I mean, this deployment is pretty far off, and I'm already like this? How is going to be when it's like...tomorrow?
     So, anyway, my point is that I'm probably going to lose my mind while my husband is off fighting terrorism around the world. In fact, I'm probably going to be pretty close before he even leaves. Is this normal? And, if so, how do I deal with it? Maybe the anwer is as simple as just be aware of it. Maybe just being aware of why I'm trying to smother him and push him away all at the same time will be enough. Maybe? Who knows. I've got to figure out something, or he's going to want to smother me, in a whole different way than I am doing to him.
     Ugh, deployment sucks, and we aren't even there yet.

Making lists and taking names...

  So, as most of you know, Codey came home a week ago today. It has been great. For the first 4 days he was home, I pretty much did nothing. That was wonderful! Monday came work again for him...which meant work for me.
  In this life, you're always a little hesitant for them to go to work, because you never know what news they're going to bring home. If you're a planner, like I am, this can be near stroke inducing. I love plans. I love lists. I love planning my lists. I make lists for the store, for packing, for cleaning house...I plan and list for pretty much everything. One of the best gifts Codey bought me was a dry erase calendar. How pathetic, I know. But I can't help it. It's one of my favorite thing to do. Plan, outline, list, organize, execute.
  My amazing husband on the other hand has this incredible ability to just "go with the flow." It's a wonder to me how he does it. I, personally, can't do it. I'm trying. I'm sure I've blogged about this before, and if I haven't, I've definitely meant to. Because it needs to be discussed.
  Anyway, back to the point.
  In the Army there is no such thing as "for sure." There is no exact date given...EVER. There is nothing to help a planner like me micromanage my life like I want to. And, it's hard.
  My husband got sent to Alaska with a come home date of August 3rd. Then, 10 days before he was supposed to come home, it was changed to August 10th. For a pregnant control freak, this was enough to initiate a melt down. (Oh right, for those of you who didn't know, we're expecting baby number 4 in February/March of next year.) I lost it. I was so angry, frustrated, disappointed...pretty much every negative emotion you can think of, I was experiencing it. Then, a few days later, they said, "Never mind. You can leave on the 3rd." And so, my roller coaster went back up...until 2 days after that when I found out from his unit here in KS that he was, in fact, coming home on the 10th. Back down the hill we went.
  I grew used to the idea, as if I had a choice. He came home on the 10th, and life was grand...until.
  Until (and I have to be careful what I say because there's this pesky little thing called OPSEC that you're not supposed to break) I found out that he may leave again for Alaska in XX amount of months.  That would mean he'd come super close to missing the birth. He'd miss Emilee's birthday...again. That would make two years running. Oh, I should add...she's only 18 months old. But, then again, none of this is for sure, and just ask soon as they say it, they change it. Which is exactly what they did.  Alaska is on the back burner now, in exchange for a hotter, dryer, angrier location at a date yet to be determined, but most certainly sooner than expected.
  Again, I LIKE TO PLAN! If my husband is going to miss every birthday, holiday, anniversary from now until we're 65 just tell me so that I can get used to it, and move on. This "maybe" crap drives me nuts! I can't handle it!  How much more vague can you be? I mean, really.
  I suppose this is another lesson in "letting go" and trusting in the One who has it all in His control. I think that most of the time I forget that the Army is not really in charge. I mean, they are, but they're not. There is One who is always in control. Nothing happens that is a surprise to Him. And, he's got my best interested in His mind, so why should I be freaked out about all this stuff??  I think the answer is obviously, "You shouldn't."
  But how? How do we do that? How do we put the future of our lives, our families, our children in somebody else's non tangible hands?
  Do you think somebody can make out a list for me on how to do that?  Oh right, the Bible...

  Guess I know where I need to go and what I need to do ... do you?

Counting Skittles...

  (Let me preface this with saying I know some of you are going through deployments, and this is just TDY, but having your other half gone is having your other half gone, be it for a week, a month, or a year. It just complicates things. So, if you're going to have a problem with me making a "medium sized" deal out of Codey being gone for TDY, you might want to quit reading now.)
  Here we are, the last night together as a family for a while. I'm sitting on the couch with the twins, who are watching Fern Gully. Codey is in the recliner with Emilee, his little buddy.  They are playing with his phone making animal noises.
  Tonight we started a new tradition...counting skittles.  We have decided that our kids need to be acknowledged in the whole "Daddy leaving" thing.  So, I bough a glass jar, and some skittles and counted them out to just over the amount of time that Codey's supposed to be gone because the Army is excellent at changing dates at the last minute.
  We all sat at the kitchen table with the Ziploc bags of skittles for each kids and the glass jar. As I was explaining to the kids what was going to happen, all they could think about was eating skittles.  I think that maybe they are still too young for all this stuff, but I feel like we've got to start somewhere.  They need some way to countdown to Daddy coming home.  Their little brains aren't abstract enough to completely grasp the concept of "Daddy will be home in 6 weeks" or whatever amount of time it is. So, when the jar is empty, Daddy's home.
  They were so excited tonight about getting a piece of candy every night before bed, and waiting for the jar to be empty...However, I wonder how many times it'll take of us emptying the jar before they realize that it means Daddy is GONE. He isn't here to tuck them in at night. He isn't there to read a bedtime story or snuggle with on the couch. He's off doing work where ever the army says he's needed.
  I wonder if they'll resent him being gone, or resent the army, or even worse, resent their dad for leaving every time the army decides it's time. I would never want them to resent him for doing his job. I just know that there are going to be times when, to them, it's going to seem like "his job" comes before they do. 
  How do I combat this? How do I make them see that it hurts Daddy to leave as much as it hurts us to see him go? I suppose this is a question that all moms deal with when married to army dads...or dads married to army moms. I know so many more "male army wives" than I ever thought I would...the struggles they face are unique to them, and I can't relate as well as I'd like. (that's a different story entirely.)
  So, I guess I'll just do what I've always done, which is to just get through one day at a time. I am nervous.  Codey hasn't been gone for so long since Basic and AIT, and my kids are significantly older and more demanding than they were two years ago.  Plus, there's extra kid this time.  I'm sure it'll take some adjusting, but we should be all right, after we work out the kinks.  There are definitely going to be some rough evenings.
  It's past bedtime for the kids, but I don't want this evening to end. I want the kids to be able to play with Daddy all night long. But, they've gotta sleep, and we've gotta get last minute stuff taken care of before he leaves in the morning.
  The sooner we get this evening over with, the sooner his TDY starts and the sooner he can come home to chase the kids "around the circle," as has become our pre-bedtime custom...
 

Just trust Me

     So, today we went to the pool, as we have countless times before, with our kids. The pool is in our neighborhood, and there are always lots of families there with lots and lots of children.  I mean,  A LOT of children! 
     Usually, we go to the shallow end and let the kids hope around.  It's not much fun for Codey and me, but we do it because it is enjoyable to watch them hop around and have fun.  Plus, what else are we supposed to do? Let them screw around in there without any supervision??? Doubtful.
    Anyway, today we decided to play in a different area of the pool.  Over in the deeper end, by the stairs. You know, so they wouldn't drown and all.  Also, not the point...
     So, it wasn't too crowded, but every once in a while, there would be moms and dads who were working with their young-ish children on getting into the deep end without totally freaking out. It was kind of entertaining for me. My kids have no problem in the deep end. They LOVE the water.
     As I was floating around with Emilee, I was spending time listening to these parents talk to their children. Trying to calm their fears. Trying to assure them that they were safe.
     I realized that this is how God is with us.  I mean really...how often does God lead us into the deep end and we totally freak out? These kids were crying and whining and scared. They were afraid that they were going to be let go of and they'd sink.  Have you ever felt this way?  I know I have. 
    The parents were trying their best to reassure their kids that they were safe. I heard a lot of, "Dont worry, Daddy's not going to drop you. I'm holding you. You're fine." and a lot of "Just relax and trust me. I know what I'm doing."
     So often we are led to the deep end by our Father, and He says, "Don't worry, Daddy's got you. You're not going to fall. Just relax and trust me." He says it all throughout His word. Repeatedly, through every verse, of ever chapter, of every book of the Bible, we are reminded that "Daddy's got us."
     Tomorrow is Father's day, and our kids are blessed to have their dad at home this year. There are so many kids in the military life whose dads aren't home for Father's Day. (I know moms are gone too, but it's Father's Day.) Past the military, there a so many kids who have absent fathers.  It's heartbreaking...
     I hope to teach my kids that even though Daddy may be gone sometimes (like a lot), they have a Father. They have a Father who will always be there. He will always be there.  If only all of society could learn that. 
     I need to remember that I will also be led into the deep end at times by my Father, but He will always be there saying, "Trust me. I've got you."
    So, there's my epiphany for the day. Yet again, watching parents with their 3 year olds teaches me about how our heavenly Father deals with us. So simple. Too easy. Why do we resist so much? 
     I guess we'll never know.  We just have to keep trying. Keep going into the deep end knowing He won't let go of us.

The green eyed monster...or is it one eyed monster...Whichever, jealousy is definitely a monster

So, today we got word from my husband's brigade that he's more than likely going to go to Alaska for a month, here pretty soon. He thought I was going to be pissed because he was leaving, but instead, I'm honestly a little jealous.  I mean, here it is, the perfect time of year to go to Alaska. The sun never sets, the weather is mild, and it's hotter than ...well, you know, in Kansas. Of course, he'll be working the whole time, but still, I wanna go!

As I sat here, irritated with the fact that he gets to go see this beautiful part of the world and I am, yet again, left behind to take care of our kids and dog, I started to put things into perspective.  I started thinking maybe he's jealous sometimes that he misses out on so many things that I get to see every day, and take for granted, at that.

While he gets to go see Alaska, and spend time "bonding" with his friends from work, I will be home. With our three kids, and our puppy (who I still maintain is part demon). I will be home to watch Emilee grow and learn new words to speak, which she is doing at an incredible pace. I will be here for Alli and Anna to start whatever sport we decide to put them in in the Fall. I will be here for Frosty to, maybe, just maybe, learn how to be a normal dog.

I will be here to snuggle with Anna when she gets scared in the middle of the night. I'll be here to watch Bubble Guppies with Emilee content on my lap and Alli at my side with her blankie.  I will be here. Like I always am.

These are little things that happen every day, and I NEVER  notice them. I bet Codey will though, after he gets back from TDY. I am sure that he will soak up every minute of cuddle time with the kids, as they will with him. I should really start taking these things in every day, and enjoying them.

I'll try harder while he's gone. I'll try harder while he's home before he leave too, but definitely while he's gone. I'll try not to be so jealous of the excitement that goes along with an extended amount of time in the beautiful mountains because I know that deep down, even though he may not admit it or even recognize it, he's jealous that he won't be here, spending time with our family.

Memorial Day

(I apologize for the syntax errors in the blog. I am sure there are many. My grammar brain has not yet woken up. Please bear with me for this one. I'll do better next time.)

Today we went to Ft Riley's Memorial Day ceremony. I'm pretty sure we got there on time, but we may have been a few minutes late. The point is we went. The kids we dressed appropriately, and Codey was wearing his dress uniform. During the ceremony the kids were quiet and respectful (even Emilee). They even saluted during Taps and The Star Spangled Banner.

As we were walking to the ceremony, we were passed by a woman and her two boys. They couldn't have been more than 8 and 10, maybe 11. I started looking around, and I noticed a lot of single women with children, and I couldn't help but wonder, "Were these widows of Iraq or Afghanistan?" "Are these children here to honor the memory of their fallen father?" Or, "Are they here because Dad is deployed, and he wants his kids to honor his lost friends?"

I had all these thoughts as we were walking up, and we couldn't even hear the words yet.

I started out wanting to go because I wanted to teach our kids what Memorial Day is all about. I wanted them understand that there were many, many generations before us who sacrificed more than we can imagine to ensure that we have what we do. I wanted to honor the fallen soldiers who gave their lives so their buddy wouldn't have to. Soldiers who died because they believed in the United States and the ideals that we stand for. However, as I was standing there watching the women with their children during the playing of Taps, I thought, "Maybe I'm not here for the fallen soldiers." I realized during that song that I was there for the wives, husbands, children, parents, and other various loved ones who are still mourning that loss. The loss of their spouse, child, parent, or friend, that they will never get over.

I know my husband isn't deployed, nor has he ever been, but it's coming.  Eventually, he will get those orders, and he will go.  He wants to go. It's his job. If he doesn't go, somebody else will. So, he thinks it should be him, and maybe he's right. Why not give some other guy and his family a break? When that time comes, I am sure I will worry about him and his squad. I will worry about so many things. Like, are they getting enough sleep? Is it too hot or too cold for them? Are they missing us like we're missing them? Mostly, as I'm sure you know, I will worry about their safety. I will worry that eventually, the slow driving Ford coming up the road is for us. That they're coming to tell us, "Ma'am, I am sorry to inform you..."

My thoughts today turned into, "I'm so glad I'm not that wife. I don't know what I would do," even as I was standing there looking at what very likely may have been THAT wife. She has gone through an immeasureable amount of pain and grief. She has had to suffer through the loss of her soul mate, while also comforting the children that Daddy left behind. (Note that while I am using "she," I know there are plenty of husbands who have gone through the same thing.)

I realized at that moment that I am not really here for the fallen soldier. I was there for the wife and children. I was paying my respects to them because their suffering is ongoing. It's real. It's here. It's NOW, and it doesn't go away.

So, I will continue to take my children to ceremonies that honor the dead, and I will teach them to honor the living who have been left behind while they're at it. In this military life, they are bound to have friends who lose parents. I wish it wasn't that way, but that sad reality is that over 6,000 coalition forces have been killed since these wars began, and we're not done yet.

Ceremonies may be boring, and they may be pointless to some, but I feel that as a fellow military wife it is my duty, my mission, to teach the next generation to remember. Remember those who have fallen, for sure, but also remember those who are still here.  Thank them for their sacrifice. They deserve it.

Can you ever be prepared?

After spending a week in KC followed by a week in the mountains of Colorado, I have some thoughts. I spent so much time "preparing" for our trips the past couple of weeks. I sat down and thought about what I would need to pack, what I'd pack it in, how we'd arrange it in the trunk (we have a small car, you see), and so many other things that made me feel better about how the trip was gonna go. I even made lists, and I followed them while I was packing ...to the letter.  I was PREPARED!

Then, I got home, and started looking at pictures from the tornadoes that ravaged Kansas, Missouri, Oklahoma, and Minnesota. Surely these people had a plan. They knew where they were going to go if there was a tornado. They all "knew" what they were going to take with them to their designated "safe area." If there was a tornado, they would be fine because they were "prepared," right?

WRONG!

There are so many things in life that we cannot prepare for, no matter how much we try and think we are. I sure thought I was ready for our trip, but I failed to plan for the kids not liking our snacks that we packed. I didn't have enough drinks for the kids. I was not prepared for the kids to wake up randomly in the middle of the night during our drive because their necks were hurting. What was I supposed to do about that?

When I made my packing list for Kansas City, I failed to plan for cold weather. I mean, it's Kansas City in the middle of May. It should be warm and muggy, right? Again...WRONG! It rained and was chillly the whole time we were there. I had to change my packing list as I looked at the weather for our trip. Then, because the kids only have XX amount of warm clothes, I had to do laundry on the trip...definitely not something I was prepared for. Laundry for 5 is a whole different ball game than for a smaller number. Especially when you're doing it for 3 small humans. Keeping track of all their socks is, by itself, enough to cause an anyuerism.

Colorado was a different story too. While I didn't expect it to be WARM by any means, I didn't expect, nor did I PLAN, for it to SNOW! SERIOUSLY, IT SNOWED! Like, three, maybe four, of the 6 days we were there, it snowed.

Then, after I started looking at pictures of the devestation across the midwest and realized, these people planned too. What good did it do them? Absolutely none.  Well, I guess that's not entirely true. Some of them are alive, but for what? They have no home, no job, no vehicle. A lot of these people are older, retired. They spent their whole lives planning for the "golden years" to have it destroyed by a 45 second long
tornado. All that time planning, out the window, quite literally.

It got me thinking, what good are our plans? Why bother? What are we planning for? If you know me, you know I am a planner. I make lists, and I follow them. I even make lists about the lists I'm going to make. I organize my shopping list by store, department and aisle. I kid you know, AISLE!

With that being said, I think, no I KNOW, that I am going to try my hardest to stop with so much planning.  My plans don't really matter. They almost always lead to frustration and irritation on my part.

I am reminded of this verse from Jeremiah 29:11 " ¹¹ For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Why should I be worried about whether my plans are going to work out when the One who created everything from absolutely nothing says to me that He knows His plans for me?

This is not to say that we shouldn't save for retirement or a rainy day, and that we should go through life with aboslutely no sort of planning or preparation whatsoever. But maybe, just maybe, when things don't go the way we expect them to, we shouldn't let our panties get into quite such a big wad. Maybe those "plans" that we had didn't match up to the plans that He has for us.

We need to try harder to remember this. I need to try harder to remember this when things don't go the way I think they should have. It's not really my plan that matters.  Not even a tiny bit.

Stress ...kind of

     So, let's see. My kids are nuts. Hence, my life is nuts.  Let me back up a little. I love nap time. It's like, by far, my favorite part of the day. I try so hard to get all my kids to sleep at the same time. I need that peace and quiet during the day to refocus my brain and get through the afternoon and evening. I love bedtime too, but nap time is definitely my fave. The kids have been increasingly difficult to get consistent naps from here lately. It's like they do well for a few days, and then all of the sudden, no naps for 3 days straight. I don't get it.  They need naps.  Their tiny little bodies need that rest to function properly. Today was Anna's turn to not nap. She stayed in her room the whole time, and she was pretty quiet for the most part, but still ... she didn't sleep. I got the occasional "MOM!" and I'd go in there only to have her say, "I wanna get up." Too bad Anna, you must rest. Am I crazy for requiring my children to be in their room, in the bed, and quiet for two hours every day? Maybe.  By this evening, Anna was a mess.  She was too tired to function. She didn't want to eat. She didn't want to do anything. If she had just listened to me earlier and slept her life would've been much easier this evening.
   Why don't kids listen to their parents? Is there a child out there (aside from the obvious answer) who listens to their parents all the time? I'm thinking not. Even the "best" kid must have their moments of rebellious weakness, right? I know I did. My kids do...I'm sure my husband did.
     While I was cooking dinner tonight, Allison nearly smashed Emilee's 4th and 5th digits off of her right hand. Seriously. Nearly.Smashed.Off. I tell them all, repeatedly to not play with doors. Don't open them if their closed. Don't close them if their open. I had my little finger smashed in the hinge side of the door when I was in preschool. It had to be surgically reattached. Since then, it has always been my fear that it would happen to some other kid I was with. It's happened to Anna before ... kind of. She's had her thumb smashed in the front of the door but nothing major.  Tonight, Emilee had her hand smashed in the hinge part of the door.  Alli and Emilee were playing in the bedroom and when they left, Alli shut the door behind her. Unfortunately, Emilee's hand was in the back of the door. And when Emilee started screaming, Alli freaked out and froze and wouldn't open the door back up. Codey went running, Emilee was screaming in pain, Allison was screaming in fright, and Anna was yelling at Alli for hurting Emilee.  It was crazy.
     I'm too tired to finish.  I'll write some more tomorrow. Night.

Not Sure

     So, I decided to start a blog. A place to vent/talk/wonder about our lives without any character limitations and FB drama. Facebook is great, and I enjoy being able to talk with people, but it seems like there are those who are just there for drama. It's annoying and obnoxious. I enjoy the idea of a diary/journal type thing. I like writing, but never seem to have time. For some reason, this seems quicker. I can type way faster than I can write. Plus, the kids can't rip the pen out of my hand.
     As I sit here, watching it snow (at the end of March, no less), I am realizing how far Codey and I have come since we first met. He was working at the bowling alley in KC, and I was working at St Lukes and going to school. Things have changed so much since then. We have changed so much since then.
     I love our kids. They're beautiful and smart and so freakin' funny. This morning, the kids were in our bed and Alli said to Codey, "Get up you old man!" She just says random crap all the time! And it's usually pretty funny.
    Anna is sitting on the love seat next to me with her pink pretend laptop. She's pretending to type. It's amazing to me how much she wants to be like it and how much she imitates me...and how well.  When one of the other kids is hurt, she very often gets there before me and offers comfort to them, kissing their booboos and rubbing their backs. She's sweet.
    Emilee is smart. It's impossible to play hide & seek with her. She'll give you away every time...if she's not hiding with you, that is. If she's your hiding buddy, she's perfect. If you leave her out, she's going to tell the other kids where you are.
    The Army confuses me. We have a love hate relationship, the Army and I. I LOVE that it's a steady paycheck and pretty good insurance. I hate that everything is last minute, and information travels so slowly down hill. Usually by the time it gets to us, it's crawling slower than a snail's place. Everything is so last minute with them. It's just frustrating. Another reason for the blog, actually. Typically if I post something negative on FB about the Army, the typical response from people is, "Well, you chose it," or "It's the Army. What do you expect?" And you know what, that really ticks me off.  Yeah, so what if we chose this life. That doesn't make it any easier when my husband is called away at a moment's notice because some E1 is an idiot, and my husband has to cancel our plans to cover for him.
    So, before you decide to read my postings on a regular basis, you should know that this blog is going to be about my life. And the Army is a part of my life. My kids are a part of my life. My husband is part of my life. Even the dumb dog is a part of my life. And all of those things have positive and negative aspects. Sometimes, I'm sure, I'm going to be more focused on the negative. Sometimes, I'll be focused on the positive. So, if you can't handle that, don't read it. I don't have time for extra drama. Believe me, all those things I listed below cause me enough drama already.
    I hope you will read it though, 'cause you'll probably learn something and be pretty entertained by my life.
   Adios for now!